A/N the 'God's moving bedroom around' is something I always tell myself whenever I hear a clap of thunder! Because partly I'm slightly scared of it. So that's the reason it's in this story, anyway thanks for the reviews and follows. I always love reading your feedback! M x

Sam made her way back over to the campsite. She could hear her fellow colleagues having a giggle and a gossip among themselves. 'Have you seen Tom?' Sam asked as she made her way back over to the tents. 'You've just missed him. He's been gone about five minutes' Zoe said. 'Did he say where he was going?' Sam asked. 'No, just that he was going for a walk.' Zoe told her.

'Thanks' Sam sighed to herself. Tom could be anywhere. And she wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want to speak to her. After all she had accused him of being unfaithful.

Before there was a rumble of thunder. Great. Just great. Not only did she want to speak to Tom. But she had to deal with thunder. And Sam Nicholls was not fond of thunder.

'Its just god moving his bedroom around, its just god moving his bedroom around' Sam kept muttering to herself. As she carried on walking and there was another clap of thunder, this time a shiver shot down her spine. Before without thinking, she ran back to the campsite.

And straight into hers and Tom's tent. Unzipping her sleeping bag, she clambered in. and pulled the zip up far enough it covered her head. Zoe noticing this got up from her chair and went over to the tent. She poked her head inside and could see Sam in her sleeping bag.

'Not one for thunder eh?' Zoe asked. Sam emerged from her sleeping bag just as another clap of thunder broke lose and Sam duck back into the comforts of her sleeping bag, wanting to block the loud noise out.

'Sam, thunder wont hurt you, it's the lightening you should be worried about' Zoe told her.

'I know that' Sam snapped irritated as another thunder clap took hold and she let out a scream.

'Fletch, Ash are going out to look for him now' Zoe told Sam who nodded.

'I need Tom!' she cried out. Tom was the only one who could calm her in a thunderstorm. The trouble was Tom was laid a good few yards away on the field unconscious after being struck by lightening.